0106 106 Many demons and monsters in the world wear masks (Supporting characters and heavy-handed plot)
Qi Yu was always outside the interrogation room of the Jingyang City Public Security Bureau.
As expected of the person chosen to impersonate the daughter of a provincial leader, her mental fortitude is unmatched by ordinary people. She can even keep smiling at the police officer opposite her. She has been at the police station for almost a week, eating heartily at every meal, and has even gained a few pounds.
It was break time again, and the two exhausted old policemen came out and leaned back casually.
"Is this woman a robot, or does she have no heart? No matter what you say to her, her heartbeat doesn't even falter. I was wondering how the underworld can train such calm undercover agents."
A young policeman outside answered the call.
“That’s a gangster. People in Changgang are under our country’s jurisdiction. Why can’t we arrest him?”
His master came in carrying a lunchbox and kicked him from behind.
"If you could catch someone just by putting your upper and lower lips together, the world would be at peace."
The young man retorted, unconvinced.
"Isn't that just another organized crime group..."
His older senior classmate turned to tease him.
"Next time, we'll send this kid out as an undercover agent and let him see the Shen family's arsenal."
"What is that?"
"Arms, they're involved in arms dealing both domestically and internationally. Trying to arrest them? You'd never even see them before they'd be mowed down. But I heard a long time ago there was some company that was competing with them for business..."
"Uh cough cough cough cough, why wasn't the tea refilled?"
The old master stood behind Qi Yu and frantically winked at the group of brats, finally silencing their loose tongues. The group scattered, and those who had been looking for trouble ran away.
Qi Yu's teacup was refilled with water, and the old captain sat next to him, chuckling as he pushed it.
"Boss, have some tea, have some tea."
Has anyone told her where she put her phone?
Qi Yu didn't respond, but pointed to the surveillance footage. The screen magnified Sun Mingxiu's face. She would occasionally lower her eyelids and glance at the corner of the wall under the one-way glass. From inside, there was nothing wrong, but they could see from the outside that her phone, which had been taken away, was placed in that spot.
The technician responsible for retrieving the surveillance footage turned around and explained.
"The movement of her eyeballs is almost invisible to the naked eye because she has had plastic surgery, including double eyelid surgery, which deliberately raised the eyelid contours a little. The implanted false eyelashes droop downwards, perfectly blocking the slight movement of her eyeballs. We also adjusted the brightness in the magnified surveillance footage to obtain this clear video record."
He rattled off a string of beauty terms, and the veteran captain, straining to keep up with his train of thought while staring at the monitor, waited for him to utter an "Oh..." in understanding before speaking himself.
Do you think that her eye surgery was a pre-planned procedure, or that she received some guidance after being taken in?
In the December weather of Jingyang, the captain's back was covered in fine beads of sweat, soaking his sweater. Either way, they were in big trouble.
"The Public Security Bureau in Jingyang is still such a mess. Do you think it still has anything to do with Pei Yuzhou?"
The room was filled with the core members of the police force. Everyone could tell that Qi Yu's words were directed at them, but no one dared to respond.
The air in the room seemed to freeze until the small door opened, Zhou Cheng walked in, and whispered to Qi Yu, "..."
"There are two elderly people outside the door who specifically asked for your name."
How did they know I was here?
"They are the parents of an employee of Su Changce's former company, and they said they have something important to expose."
“Su Changce’s men are looking for me. Bring them in, bring them to this most just and safest place in Jingyang.”
In a building less than two kilometers from the Public Security Bureau, Su Changce pushed aside the documents, stood up, and stretched his increasingly stiff back.
His personal secretary came in, put down what she was holding, and went straight over to help him lie down on the sofa. She massaged his back and then rubbed his whole body from top to bottom.
"Boss, is it okay if we just sit around doing nothing for a while?"
“Why not? Look at that guy surnamed He, does he work? He’s running between the hospital and the prison every day, he’s so busy. Now we can do whatever we want. If the sky falls, that guy surnamed He will hold it up. If things get out of control, that guy surnamed Qi will keep things in check. We’re the happiest people here.”
Su Changce turned over, took his secretary's soft hand in his, and stroked it gently, his eyes half-closed in enjoyment.
"How is things at home? What are my wife and son doing?"
"Madam still doesn't go out and doesn't care about anything. She just doodles every day with a pen. The young master has calmed down, but he doesn't do anything. He just lies at home drinking and sleeping every day."
"That's great. You're living a life that others can only dream of in their entire lives. That's what life is all about. Who works for others? Only the poor work for others."
He wrapped his arms around his secretary's waist and pulled her into his embrace, then slipped his hand inside her underwear.
Two elderly people with white hair and hunched backs were led into a room that Qi Yu had specially arranged to be vacated. As soon as they entered the room, they knelt on the ground, sobbing and unable to speak, only kowtowing repeatedly.
Qi Yu stood up, and the young policeman next to him quickly went over to help the two elderly people up. At the same time, an elderly person slipped a photo into his hand.
He immediately turned to look at Qi Yu, and couldn't help but glance at him. Just one glance was enough to scare him into shrinking to the side.
(Note: This is the beginning of something heavy.)
The photo is blurry and unclear, and the faces of the people surrounding it are blurred, but the face of the man in the very center is clearly visible.
He no longer looked human; his limbs had been severed, the wounds clean and well-treated. But his remaining body was curled up in a place resembling a pigsty, and just looking at the picture, one could feel the overwhelming stench. The man's physique was similar to that of a pig awaiting slaughter, his flesh stretching his skin into a pattern of lines. An iron chain around his neck was deeply embedded in his flesh; it must have been put on when he was still thin, and now it was probably impossible to remove it.
The man was surrounded by a group of men. Some had their faces shown, while others had their faces blurred. But judging from their clothing, those whose faces were obscured were far more distinguished than the man whose face was visible.
"This man is..."
"Boss, boss, this is our son, Qiao Qiangshan. He joined the Su family's company after graduating from university seven years ago. He was fine for the first two years, but he suddenly disappeared five years ago. We can't find him anywhere. This is the only photo of him from five years ago. That face is definitely his. Please, boss, help us. This child has been murdered."
No parent could remain calm when they saw their child like this. They cried and screamed in the house, unable to answer the police's questions such as "Where did you get the pictures?" and "How did you know that Vice President Qi was here?"
Even seasoned police officers felt uncomfortable looking at the photos. Qi Yu also suppressed his physical nausea and carefully examined the photos, finally discovering some details.
"Which online platform does this watermark belong to?"
Technicians immediately came over to identify the image, confirming that it was indeed taken from a video. However, the surrounding watermark had not been completely removed. Based on the watermark, they located the website, searched the backend for the video containing the image, and immediately took it down. But by then, the video had already been viewed over 100 million times and downloaded millions of times.
Qi Shuyao picked up her phone and randomly opened a news app. The first thing it pushed was a video. In the video, a man with a buzz cut was sitting in the bathroom filming his very ordinary face. The scene was strange and unpleasant. She wanted to turn it off immediately, but she was inexplicably drawn in by his crying.
In the video, the man cried for a while in front of the camera, then pulled out a photo from below. Several men dressed in different styles were posing for a group photo around a human pig that was locked in a pigsty.
The man with the buzz cut finally spoke. His voice was hoarse and low, and she struggled to make out what he was saying.
"This is the most famous slave in our circle. We all call him Brother Dashan. When he first entered the circle, he followed a master in the Yue Islands. That master treated him exceptionally well, giving him the best of everything, whatever he wanted, even leaflets. The master was also very skilled at training him, developing every organ in his body. Even several people together couldn't satisfy him, but he was extremely loyal and only wanted to stay by his master's side. However, the master also considered his future and sent him abroad, all the way south from Changgang. You know how open-minded people are there." They played with it even more. When Brother Dashan arrived, he first gave it a welcome feast called "cleansing and washing away the dust." Its penis, which had been tainted by bad luck in the human world, was cut off, but to keep its body intact, the penis was sewn back onto its own rear. This was the highest level of hospitality they gave to newcomers. After that, we lost contact with it for a while. When we heard from Brother Dashan again, it had become like this, though not as fat as it is now. The highest level of treatment for all slaves in our circle is—I don't know if I can post this, but—it's livestock. The highest weight can reach over 600 jin (300 kg). The best meat is usually chosen from animals with high profiles, like "Brother Dashan," who is most famous for his "viral" constitution, containing no fewer than ten different viruses. His skin has blossomed into the most beautiful form. Those who choose him are the world's wealthiest people and heads of state. Ordinary people with even a little money can't get a chance. Can you see the date printed on Brother Dashan's neck? I only realized it when I saw his changed signature on social media. That's the time he was consumed. These wealthy people will choose the cuts they want and can also choose how they want it cooked. The meat is usually grilled, deep-fried, or some people like to use it in hot pot or boil it. It's very expensive, 20,000 yuan a piece, and each piece is smaller than a mahjong tile. But these people divided up all of Brother Dashan's meat, leaving only his brain, which was bought by a foreign man and placed in his private museum. I... I really... Brother Dashan was the leader of all of us beast slaves. I miss him so much. I know that in the future, there will definitely be slaves even more powerful than him, but I don't want him to disappear and no one to remember him. I might soon be freed too, but you must help me remember him..."
Qi Shuyao pressed her phone face down on the bed, trying to steady herself. Looking back at Song Yusheng's gaze directed at her, she trembled uncontrollably, her face deathly pale.
She didn't finish watching the video; she just stared at the first photo she'd shown, zoomed in on a figure in the corner, pointed at it, and asked her...
"Is this Yang Xun? Look, isn't this him? I must have mistaken him for someone else. Actually, it's not him, right?"
Qi Shuyao got up and sat on the bed, holding the out-of-control Song Yusheng in her arms with one hand, and picked up her phone to check. The screen was still at the end of the video. She scrolled forward using the progress bar, but as soon as she let go, the video showed that it had been taken down, and the account of the person who posted the video had been banned. She subconsciously refreshed the page, but this time a different post appeared, with the number of replies and comments increasing exponentially.
"Is there anyone with a keen eye who can help me identify this man in the brown shirt (his face blurred) as the current second-in-command, Su Changcai?"
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